When I was young, my grandma took me to a fortune-telling. The fortune-teller said that my fate was overcast, which meant that it was easy to attract ghosts. The grandma was very upset, so she was about to leave, but the fortune teller asked her for money. The grandma was unwilling to give it, but the gentleman said that his words were true, so he must pay.

Grandma believed it anyway, so I brought a long life lock since I was a child, but since I entered high school, I no longer put it on…
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The father was very happy that day, with a smile on his face, and as soon as he entered the door, he said-“The house is assigned to the new building!” Mom put down the work in her hand, put her arms around her father, and hung her face. Full of tears, I know that my mother’s happiness lies in getting rid of this leaky brick house. Grandma’s ears have been used unfaithfully, but we can tell from our expressions that there are good things at home. So I got down from the kang and asked. After knowing the reason, my grandmother was also very happy, so the next day, she gave my parents and me a red envelope for each person, saying that this is a joy.

However, I didn’t expect that my grandma would be gone a week before the move.

The whole family is immersed in sorrow, but the family still has to move.

The new building is quite high, with 15 floors, but it is not easy to move the furniture up. My parents had to ask a moving company to help. In fact, not to mention furniture, it is difficult enough for people to go up. The reason is that the elevator has not been put into use yet…

Speaking of which, I really don’t like to use the elevator, because I always feel that it can fall down easily. There is only one human life. Whenever I think of this, I remember my grandma, she loves me so much, but people are gone. The house that was originally prepared for grandma can only be tributed with off-white photos.
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My family lives in a 14-story building. My father always hates me for climbing stairs slowly. He always says: “Hey, I’m all home! What are you rubbing on the 12th floor?”

I find it ridiculous. It seems that my father forgot that I was climbing the 13th floor.

It stands to reason that the 13th floor should be our next neighbor, but my parents visited the 15th floor, and then visited the 12th floor, but the 13th floor was not the only one. What makes me especially puzzled, what about him? I think I am a more autistic person.

Every time I return from school, it is always after six o’clock. My parents work overtime and they are not at home. They only leave dinner for me, so I am left in the house of Nuo Da It turns out that the days in summer are longer, but as soon as autumn enters, the night here is longer than the day.

It was an evening at the end of September, the fifth week after I moved into this building. I went home from school again. Obviously, it was pitch black in the corridor. I really don’t understand why the property management of this building is so bad. I walked through the 13th floor, but when I hit the door, I found the key was actually downstairs.The warehouse was gone, so there was no way, so he turned back and left.
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Walking through the thirteenth floor, in the dark black aisle, an unknown sound was made. I put my ear on the door of Donghu. It was indeed There is a sound, as if there is the sound of iron chains mopping the floor-what would it be? I asked myself.

The surroundings are extremely quiet, and the sound of the iron chains of the east gate gradually fades away, as if the prisoner is walking on the road of execution, further and further.

I was amused by this lovely metaphor of myself. What is getting farther and farther, the house is only 70 square meters in total, where can he go? I was smiling to myself, but I couldn’t help but listen to a sentence in the East Room: “Neighbor, come in and have a look!”

Such a sentence suddenly appeared in the dark, which made me terrified, and immediately I ran, went downstairs to take the key, and hurried home. When I passed thirteen floors, I slowed down and heard the sound of iron chains in Westinghouse gradually approaching the door. Slowly, that sound Passing through the door, I felt he was opposite me in the dark. I asked, “Who is it?” The voice did not answer me. The iron chain seemed to continue to drag forward on the ground, through my body, and then into the east. house.

I have an indescribable horror, because no matter it is the Westinghouse or the Eastinghouse, the door is not open.

When I woke up the next day, it was 8 o’clock in the morning. I thought to myself, I must be late. Fortunately, my parents didn’t come back from the morning shift, so I quickly cleaned up and left. . Walked up twenty steps and came to the corner of the thirteen-story building. Suddenly the adventure of last night appeared to me. I took a closer look at the door of the East House. There were no door gods on it, no beautiful patterns or carvings, not even cat eyes—right! They don’t even have cat eyes—so, how did they see me!

——”Neighbors, come in and sit down when you come!” God! That voice again. I was so scared that I backed away. “The door is open, come in by yourself.”

I walked forward tremblingly, and when I walked to the door, the door opened by itself.